Novel Full Chapter 1174: Show Off
Chapter 1174: Show Off
Rynne blinked, caught off guard, then gave a knowing look.
Just like Quinlan, she had seen it too; the deliberate choice.
Instead of seizing the moment to raise her own legend higher, Black Fang handed it to him.
A woman whose name was known by the whole kingdom and whose mere mention sent shockwaves through any underground facility now chose to praise someone.
The shock rolled through the soldiers.
Murmurs flared again, far more heated than before, for they had all heard her. Black Fang never wasted words. She barely even spoke through Orianna, let alone make her own voice heard.
If such a person said Devil deserved the glory, then he did.
Rynne turned toward Quinlan. A slow smile spread across her face, willing to play along in full.
“Lady Black Fang speaks truth. You truly saved us, Devil. From the moment you arrived until now, you have turned the tide. I will see to it that my commander, and even the Mediator, hear of the role you played here.”
Quinlan let the two of them have their moment, his gaze dry as he studied their faces.
They were sly, both of them, ensuring that their words left the attention of the entire stronghold heavy on his shoulders.
He could feel it in their stares, the men and women who had survived countless battles, some stronger than him still, looking at him with genuine respect.
Refusing what they had offered would be foolish. If they wanted to pad his resume, who was he to refuse?
And, truth be told, he did indeed do a lot in this battle. Quinlan felt it was earned, at least in part.
Naturally, Black Fang did an incredible job as well, and so did his girls. Without Kitsara, for example, she never would’ve gotten the jump on Kaede.
Captain Rynne also more than pulled her own weight when she sallied out instead of bunkering down, giving him the chance to cause true chaos on the battlefield.
But it seemed both women were more than happy to make him the man of the day, and he accepted the offer with gratitude.
However, he did not wish to make a clown of himself. Doing something like raising his fists in the air and shouting ’Llet’s go!!!’ would’ve made him look like a fool.
After all, the battle was not won yet. They were still under siege.
To that end, he straightened his spine and his eyes hardened.
His voice cut through the noise with cold clarity. “I am thankful for your words, Lady Black Fang and Captain Rynne, but I suggest we save such talk for later. Victory comes first.”
The silence that followed was pierced only by a handful of muffled squeals from the women nearby.
Their cheeks flushed and their eyes lit with awe.
On this day, the first fangirls of the Primordial Villain were officially born.
Rynne smiled at his words and nodded. “Right.”
Her gaze followed Quinlan’s, landing on the lines of enemies.
“Lord Maelstrom is on his way. He should arrive within only ten or so minutes, bringing a big enough army to overwhelm the besiegers.”
“What is the barrier’s state?” Black Fang inquired.
“I’m afraid it might not hold out… Kaede cut into it before the siege began; my men have been unable to seal it ever since. Thanks to Devil, most of their siege weaponry has been destroyed, but their mages are doing a lot of damage even now. Furthermore, it looks like they had some siege weaponry in the reserves.”
“We’re exhausted, aren’t we?” Quinlan inquired. He regained his mana, but the same was not true for Black Fang and his girls. They were all exhausted, or nearly exhausted. He knew the same was true for the other defenders as well.
Rynne was quick to nod. “Yes… I’m afraid repeating our previous strategy would get us all killed.”
Quinlan’s lips curved into a smirk, the kind that sent a ripple of unease and anticipation across the ramparts.
“Then my wife and I will stall them. The Consortium has already shed enough blood for one day. Exchanging a Consortium life for a Fujimori one is not in our favor. After all, the whole kingdom is after us. We have too many enemies.”
Confusion spread among the soldiers.
They traded glances, murmuring, uncertain what exactly he meant. Quinlan ignored them. His gaze found Jasmine, and he reached out to take her hand.
“You still have some of your soldiers, right?”
The sudden attention made Jasmine blink once, but embarrassment never crossed her face. She straightened her shoulders. Her eyes were ready.
“Yes. My summons are permanent. A hundred survived the previous battle.” She gestured to the distant ranks of armored figures, standing silently where she had ordered them to wait.
Quinlan nodded and turned his eyes toward Black Fang.
He did not need to say anything more.
She understood instantly.
Jasmine’s soldiers came at a cost. If he spent them in defense of the Consortium, then repayment would be expected, and in full. Black Fang gave him the faintest of amused smirks before nodding, a wordless confirmation that she would see it done.
Satisfied, Quinlan gathered Jasmine into his arms.
Wind surged at his call, and the two lifted from the ramparts until they hovered above the others. He folded his legs, settling into a meditative pose even as the air whipped about him.
His mana began to recover even before he began spending it on spells.
“Let’s give them a nasty problem, shall we?” His voice rolled out, making the already confused listeners wonder just what on earth he was doing.
Jasmine’s heart swelled.
She looked up at him. Her gorgeous eyes were glowing with love and devotion.
“I am grateful you waited for me all this time,” she whispered, leaning close. “Once this battle is done, I hope to become your woman in my entirety, Quinlan. I am ready.”
Her lips brushed his, and Quinlan embraced her kiss without hesitation. The soldiers nearby gasped once again, thoroughly confused now, though none dared speak.
When the moment passed, Quinlan’s gaze fell on Scar. “Lead my armies to victory.”
“Yes, Master.” The blue-skinned assassin bowed low. Her tone was steady and filled with purpose.
Quinlan raised a single finger, and the air thickened with power.
Mana pulsed outward, swelling like a storm about to break. His voice cut through the chaos, deep and resolute.
“[March of the Damned]!”
The world itself seemed to tremble under his upgraded Necromancy spell.